Magick
When each of my kids was young I would take them for long hikes carried in a Bjorn or an Ergo baby sling up hills and down, and through woods and along streams. And even before they had learned how […]
Month: August 2012
The Young Adult years (1984 or thereabouts)
I got my first tattoo because a six foot six inch transsexual hooker named Destiny told me to. Well to be fair, she told me and my best friend K that it would be totally cool if we both had […]
Blanketed
When I use this expression I don’t necessarily mean it as a comforting sort of image. It’s not Linus and that scrap of fabric he carried around with him; the one that transformed into a weapon or a cape or […]
The He(art) of Letter-writing
I just received a letter yesterday. There’s nothing like getting a letter. It carries more weight, more meaning, the envelope crackles, the stamps are colorful. I suppose I get a thrill from an inbox message but it’s not the same, […]